Haight-Ashbury Tree Clinic

Today the police merged with the taxi cabs

And tonight I’m riding home with the cops,

For a fee.

I told them how it is my policy

To match all of my moving violations

With charitable donations,

And they looked back at me so blankly

That I thought they might have been created

In some mysterious cavern

Beneath city hall,

With robotic arms attaching

Moustaches to the non-mustachioed

Before setting them free

To roam the streets.

And is it a coincidence that just two hours ago,

My friend was telling me about

This guy who rescues discarded Christmas trees,

Attaching new roots to their bases,

Nursing them back to health,

And then setting them free?

He calls it the Haight-Ashbury Tree Clinic,

And his organically modified creations

Are taking over this town!